Nice Tackle, Babe." Ranger

At The Other End Of The Room, Grandma Had The Lid Up On Larry Lipinski. She Was Standing One Foot On A Folding Chair, One Foot On The Edge Of The Casket, And She Was Taking Pictures With A Disposable Camera.

Excuse Me?" I Said, Palms Down On The Formica Tabletop. "coffee? I Thought We Came Here For Pie." "i Don't Eat The Kind Of Pie They Serve Here." I Felt A Flash Of Heat Go Through My Stomach. I Knew Firsthand The Kind Of Pie Ranger Liked.

I Don't Have A Lot Of Domestic Instincts," Ranger Said To Me, His Attention Fixing On The Unidentifiable Glob In My Hair, "but I Have A Real Strong Urge To Take You Home And Hose You Down." I Went Dry Mouth. Connie Bit Into Her Lower Lip, And Lula Fanned Herself With A File.

I've Finally Reached A Stage In My Career Where I Can Do What I Want.

I Think Money Isn't Any Good Sitting Around, So I Spend Some Time In The Shoe Department At Saks.